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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Ah, yes, it's that time of year again. The time when football season is finally and blessedly coming to an end.

As you can tell, I'm not really a football fan. Unlike the vast swath of Americans whose lives seemingly revolve around football, it's just not my thing. America is obsessed with it, from the religious cult that is high school football every Friday night in Texas to the unceasing boasting of Alabama fans and other college football faithful every Saturday, and on Sunday it starts back up again for the pro games of the Almighty Machine that is the NFL. You have the Monday night game, and then all the lunatics prattling on about their fantasy leagues and the college rankings on Tuesday and Wednesday, and then maybe a Thursday night pro game or even an odd weeknight college game, and it's back to the beginning of the cycle.

It doesn't end, though. As soon as the Super Bowl is over and the Pro Bowl is over, then you have the drafts, and then the Wonderlic tests, and the combines, and signing day for the high school kids, and the summer camps, and then training camps, and the cycle just repeats itself, ad nauseum. An alleged 60-minute game that takes over four hours to play. I'll take hockey any day.

I've been critical of the NFL in the past. It's no secret, my disdain for the way the league operates. Last year I lambasted them for being a tax-exempt entity that rakes in BILLIONS without paying a dime in taxes, and boycotted the Super Bowl over their shitty treatment of Daniel Defense over their ad.

By and large the only reason I've watched the game the past few years at all was for the commercials, and most of those have been lacking as of late.

Each year the cost of doing these ads has gone up exponentially, to where a 30-second spot during this year's Super Bowl is going for a hefty $4.5 million. Yes, four and a half million for 30 seconds. That's $150,000 a second.

It's not exactly been a stellar year for the League, in my humble yet correct opinion. Back in February, Ray Rice of the Baltimore Ravens was busted for assault for getting into an argument in an elevator with his fiancee and punching her so hard he knocked her unconscious. The League botched it, initially suspending him for two games and then finally going back and suspending him indefinitely. They would have left it at two games had not the public lost their minds after TMZ released elevator camera footage of Rice punching her and then dragging her unconscious body out of the elevator. A judge called the suspension double jeopardy and forced the League to reinstate Rice.

Then it came out that the NFL, a tax-exempted entity that raked in over $25 BILLION last year, was actually expecting acts wanting to perform at the Super Bowl halftime show to pay the League for the show. Seriously. They tried to say some horseshit about how artists receive huge publicity and sales boosts from performing the halftime show and that the League should be able to wet its beak and be compensated for the exposure they give artists.

What utter crap. Last I checked, the halftime show was there to keep viewers at home from changing the channel and perhaps not coming back. The people in the stadium sure as hell ain't going anywhere, not with the ticket prices the NFL charges. The starting face value ticket prices for this year's game were $800, $1200, and $1500. Of course, scalpers and ticket brokers like StubHub have driven the prices up through the roof. As of around 6:30 PM Thursday evening there were fewer than 20 tickets to the game left on StubHub priced less than $10,000. The cheapest of those was $9200. For comparison, tickets to the first Super Bowl in January 1967 went for $6, $10, and $12.

It's no secret that most of the recent games have been blowouts that were over before the half. Most of the big blockbuster commercials are aired in the first half in case viewers tune out. So they stopped doing cheesey halftime shows with a college marching band and some dance number from Up With People and instead started booking major music acts who, let's face it, don't need the exposure like they were some starving artist hoping to get a record deal. The past few years we've had U2, Paul McCartney (who is kind of a big deal despite what Kanye West says), The Rolling Stones, Prince, The Who, Bruce Springsteen, Madonna, and Beyonce. So for the NFL to say they're giving someone exposure is fantasy. More like they expect blood money as tribute for playing their gig, a gig that does much more for the League than for the artists.

This year it's Katy Perry and Lenny Kravitz. Whatevs...

One can only pray for a wardrobe malfunction

And then there's DeflateGate. The Patriots, it seems, played their game against the Colts to get to the Super Bowl with balls that were under-inflated. They claim they didn't cheat. They claim magic effing Gremlins must have done it. The same team with a history of cheating by illegally videotaping the practices of opposing teams and the same team whose former player started a murder trial this week.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

It always sucks when someone you previously admired and enjoyed the work of opens up their cake-hole and starts saying things so ludicrous that you lose respect for them, especially when it's pure hypocrisy. In my case, it usually comes when said person admits openly to being an Obama supporter or other sort of Leftist/Democrat/Liberal Buffoon.

Now, one would think that at my advanced age I would no longer admire celebrity types and and it should be of absolutely no surprise to me that a Hollywood icon sits in an Ivory Tower well to the Left of center. However, I'm simply flabbergasted at the idiocy and hypocrisy spewed forth this week from celebrated actor Liam Neeson.

I've always liked Liam Neeson's work. His performance in Schindler's List was worthy of an Oscar, not just a nomination. And Love Actually is pretty much my favorite film of all time. But I'm really reconsidering whether I'll ever spend another penny on his films after this week.

While attending a press conference in Dubai for the release of his latest film, Taken 3, Neeson was asked about his feelings on the attack on the offices of French satire magazine Charlie Hebdo. Being that Dubai is a city in a Muslim land, albeit in the civil, peaceful, prosperous, Westernized United Arab Emirates, I think he may have been being baited by the Dubai press in being asked about an attack by radical Muslims on a magazine that has in the past satirized the Islam and Mohammed. Really kind of underhanded to put a Westerner on the spot as a guest in a Muslim nation to speak on an attack where Muslims gunned down 23, killing 12 and wounding 11, followed the next day by a police officer being murdered and a city worker wounded in a routine traffic stop by a guy who the next day killed four and wounded another five in a kosher Jewish grocery store. Neeson didn't miss a beat.

“First off, my thoughts and prayers and my heart are with the deceased,
and certainly with all of France, yesterday. I’ve got a lot of dear
friends in Paris,” he said.

“There’s too many [expletive] guns out there,” he continued.
“Especially in America. I think the population is like, 320 million?
There’s over 300 million guns. Privately owned, in America. I think it’s
a [expletive] disgrace. Every week now we’re picking up a newspaper and
seeing, ‘Yet another few kids have been killed in schools.’”

Way to deflect, dude. Switch the focus off the Muslim butchery (because every DAY we're picking up a newspaper and seeing "Yet another bunch of people have been killed by radical Islam.") and also ditch the fact that the attacks took place in France, a country rich in gun control like most Western socialist democratic republics, yet
one in which gun laws were impotent to spoil the plans of dedicated and
well-trained attackers.

This isn't the first time Neeson has popped off about guns in America. Back in September he said much the same thing in an interview for The Independent, as another one of his movies was being released, bitching about American gun ownership and praising how England took away all their citizens' handguns after the Dunblane Massacre in 1996.

I hasten to point out to Liam that we actually have over 310 million guns here in America, a country you gladly gave up your Irish citizenship for five years ago when you became a US citizen. And while a 2013 Congressional Research Service report shows that “firearm-related murder
and non-negligent homicide” have plummeted as gun ownership increased, back in jolly olde England knives replaced guns and one can hardly read the British newspapers without hearing about rampant stabbings and knife crimes. and hey, taking away the citizens' rights to self defense and firearms ownership has worked out oh so well for Australia, hasn't it?

I just find it brazenly and blatantly hypocritical for Neeson to bitch about guns in America when he rakes in millions of dollars annually making movies where he carries and uses guns galore. The Taken franchise? The first movie grossed over $145 million. The sequel pulled in just shy of $140 million. In less than 2 weeks the third installment has grossed over $45 million. That's over $320 million, a dollar for every person in the USA and more than the number of guns in America.

He was a gunslinger in A Million Ways To Die In The West ($43 million), carried a hunting rifle in The Grey ($51 million), brandished guns galore in The A-Team ($77 million), had a gun on a plane in Non-Stop ($92 million), and packed heat in A Walk Among The Tombstones ($26 million). While not every film project he was in was an action film, many were. His characters have wielded swords, captained nuclear missile submarines, commanded entire fleets, even carried a light saber. All to the tune of almost THREE BILLION DOLLARS in box office gross worldwide over the course of his career.

Damn...that's a lotta guns.

When asked about whether or not he felt the least bit duplicitous about being a sniveling anti-gun whiner while pretending to be all badass and gun-friendly for a paycheck, he said, "A character like Bryan Mills (in Taken) going out with guns and taking revenge:
it’s fantasy. It’s in the movies, you know? I think it can give people a
great release from stresses in life and all the rest of it, you know
what I mean? It doesn’t mean [the viewers] are all going to go out and
go, “Yeah, let’s get a gun!”."

Well, shitfire, Liam. I personally find target shooting very relaxing, a great release from stresses in life and all the rest of it. It doesn't mean I'm gonna go shoot up a mall. No one said we needed to ban skis after your wife's death, did we? As I write this, I have 2 handguns down the hall and one in arm's reach at my desk. I note that none of them have ever killed anyone.

Or are you going all Jihadi on us, Liam? After all, you did say you thought about converting to Islam a couple years back. Nothing is more dangerous than naturalized US citizens who are Muslim, unless it's natural-born US citizens who are Muslim converts.

Keep it up, Neeson. Keep biting the hands that feed you here in the Land of Milk and Honey (or it was before noted closet Muslim Barry Obeezy stopped wiping his ass with his hand in the Muslim fashion and started wiping it with the US Constitution.) Keep it up and the only way you'll get my ticket money is to pry it from my cold, dead hands much like you will my guns.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Okay…we all know I have a general disdain for The Huffington
Post as left-leaning propaganda for liberals and buffoons, and by and large I
refuse to read their articles on general principle. However, early last month
an article at the HuffPo generated a veritable shitstorm amongst my peerage in
the mid-40s age range when a near and dear part of our teenage years was
crapped upon by a pretentious kid from upscale suburban New Jersey, 15 miles
out of Manhattan.

The kid in question, Deryn Mierlak, is a junior at Montclair High School where she
is co-editor of the art and literature magazine. Deryn writes fiction, poetry,
and book and movie reviews. Now, when I was a kid we barely had a school newspaper,
let alone an arts and literature magazine. Somehow she managed to get a piece
published in the HuffPo that I will quote here, and submit my own commentary to.

Hi, Deryn. I'm Steve. I wrote reviews and funny stuff for my school paper when I was a kid.. I was 15 when Sixteen Candles came out.

You see, it’s easy to go back and proselytize on a movie from a
generation before yours but this is a movie that came out around the time I was
your age. It was the product of a man who made the defining teen movies of my
generation. You’ve trod upon sacred ground here, kid, and the natives are now
restless.

Many people regard the 1984 flick Sixteen Candles as a John
Hughes masterpiece and a classic portrayal of teen life in the '80s. Starring
Molly Ringwald, the film follows sophomore Samantha Baker (Ringwald) on the day
of her 16th birthday, which everyone in her family has forgotten due to her
sister Ginny's impending marriage. Sam spends the day fighting off the
attentions of the school nerd Ted and longing for the affection of senior
hottie, Jake.

Well, I'm a teen experiencing the gritty reality of 2014,
and as the thirtieth anniversary of the beloved movie draws nearer, I decided
to watch Sixteen Candles to see how it measures up to today's standards. My
results? Surprising.

Hey, Princess….in 1984 we thought our reality was gritty,
too. Wait till you’re 45 and then look back at 2014 and realize how easy you
had it, the same way I look back at 1984 and realize how easy I had it.

At first look, it was easy to love Sixteen Candles. The film
retained a timeless appeal and wit that was completely charming. I loved the
characters, from Jake's party-animal girlfriend Caroline to Sam's grumpy
grandparents.

And yet, when you peel back a few layers of the movie, there
were parts that seriously hindered my enjoying it at all. I've listed them
here, so we can all reflect on how the times have changed since the idyllic
'80s.

Oh, yes, Professor Precocious. Let’s all reflect. Regale me
with the wisdom of your decade and a half on this planet and the wealth of experience it has provided you.

Date rape

Maybe it wasn't called rape back then, but Sixteen Candles
blatantly glamorizes non-consensual sex between a sober guy and a drunk girl.
After a wild, raving party at Jake's house, his girlfriend Caroline is
cripplingly drunk. Rather than drive her home himself, Jake hands Caroline off
to Ted and tells his friend to "have fun with her." A close-up reveals
that Caroline's dress has bunched around her thighs, leaving her underwear
exposed. Later, we learn that Ted and Caroline have had sex, but Caroline
doesn't remember much. Clearly, this is nonconsensual sex. Today, we would call
that date rape.

You act like this small scene is the whole crux of the film
instead of a kid lamenting her self-absorbed family forgetting her Sweet 16. This film was WAY more than this one scene.

A
raving party? Raves hadn’t been invented yet in 84. They were still a good five
years away from being spawned in Manchester, England instead of mythical
Shermer, Illinois. Jake, disgusted with the way Caroline has trashed his home
and acted like a twat, has Ted drive her home in return for keeping Sam’s
borrowed underwear so that he can return them to her himself. He’s letting a
nerdy underclassman drive home the most popular girl in school and originally
offers to let him drive his Porsche. Unable to drive a stick, he instead ends
up in Jake’s dad’s Rolls Royce.

You’re mistaken on a couple things here that need to be
corrected. Caroline’s dress crawled up as she was being placed in the car, not
after the alleged rape as you seem to suggest. Rather than this being the go-ahead
green light for Ted to verily sodomize her like a Jihadi on a goat, it’s more
of a Holy Cow I Saw A Hot Girl’s Panties moment. And would a drunken lecherous
rapist have the forethought to pull her britches back up for her after
violating her? I kinda doubt it.

Jake does not just hand her over like a door prize and say “Have
fun with her’”. He insists that Ted make sure she gets home safely and not just
dump her somewhere. What Jake actually says is “Start the car and have fun”, by
which he means enjoy driving the Rolls.

Later we see Caroline and Ted trying to figure out if they
had sex, and neither is really sure. Maybe, maybe not. Caroline is the one who
suggests they did when Ted asks, and she insists that she’s okay with it, even
saying she was pretty sure she enjoyed it. Now, Caroline is no pushover or
wallflower. She’s a forceful, confident, controlled person and would brook no
chicanery from a dorky freshman half her size. She ends up making out with Ted
and even leaves Jake to date Ted. You may want to go watch that scene again,
kiddo. I’ve seen the movie in excess of 200 times in 30 years and I assure you
no one was date raped.

Furthermore, Ted remembers damn near nothing of the events,
yet you fail to mention that. You instead only mention Caroline’s lack of
memory. This begs the question: when a man and a woman are both inebriated and
they end up in bed, why is the man held responsible for his actions yet the
woman is considered a victim instead of a drunkenly willing participant?

Drugged up brides

Playing for the gag, Ginny is so overcome with menstrual
cramps on her wedding day that she takes four muscle relaxers. Soon she's
reluctantly stumbling down, incoherent. Nobody seems to mind that the bride is
too out of it to meaningfully take her vows. Just like date rape, here we have
another example of an incapacitated woman getting roped into something she's in
no condition to undergo. Maybe it was supposed to be funny, but it was so
overdone that it made me seriously uncomfortable.

Oh, sweet Jesus on a popsicle stick. Have the feminazis
really indoctrinated you in the She-Ra Man Hater Club so early in life? Yeah,
sure, all men are evil rapists seeking to enslave womankind. Get real.

Ginny is a slag. She’s bitchy and snotty and self-centered
and not even period cramps are gonna stop her from sinking her marital claws
into her “oily bo-hunk”. Her character was written to be unlikeable, she’s
played as unlikeable, and you’re supposed to laugh at her misfortune as her own
shittyness ruins her wedding. It’s called Schadenfreude. You portray her like
she was kidnapped by Boko Haram and married off to an Al Qaeda bomb maker in Helmand
Province after being dosed with opiates.

CHEEEEEERS!

Is drunk and sloppy really funny?

Again, the differences between 1984 and today: is
drunkenness actually funny? Sixteen Candles sports many scenes involving drunk
driving, drunk partying and even drunken sex. But as a 16-year-old in 2014, the
constant intoxication just doesn't embody comedy. In one scene, Ted and an
inebriated Caroline pose for photos, Caroline's underwear exposed and bra out.
As the camera flashes, she looks confused and distracted. Now, that would be
considered a crime, and watching the scene just made me wince.

Sweety, your generation is OBSESSED with taking half-naked
bathroom selfies as you squish your mouth into a duckface or filming your
thong-clad asses twerking with your tongues out like tarted up stroke victims. My
generation didn’t have cameras in our phones with auto flash, auto focus, and
instant Photoshop filters and editing. We had crappy Polaroid Instamatics with flash cubes and
if you moved or blinked or the flash didn’t go off, you were stuck with a
shitty picture.

Unconcious in a field of cups. Kinda screams BOOZE.

A fake ID to buy booze and this movie made millions.

Drunkeness is obviously as funny today as it was in 1984, because
two years ago the film Project X outdid anything its predecessor Superbad did
in regards to drinking, doing drugs, getting laid, and breaking multiple other
laws and commandments and moral codes. Damn near every movie centered around
teens made in the past 30+ years has featured a huge party scene and underaged
drinking, rampant drug use, and more sex than a dinner at Ron Jeremy’s house.
(For the record, Superbad had 22 awards nominations and 9 wins, and grossed
over $169 million worldwide. Project X may have been raunchier but only did $54
million and had 4 awards nominations)

I enjoyed Sixteen Candles as a teenager who doesn't latch on
to any morals, but as a thinking individual, I had serious reservations.

You left out a ranting diatribe on racism towards Asians.
You left out an accusation of stalking because Ted pursues Sam. He may have
even murdered her and stolen those panties as a trophy, because men are evil.

Not even a peep about
how Sam’s grandparents creepily felt her tits to gauge her pubescence? Come on
now. Do I have to do all the work for you?

Oh, Fred, she's gotten her boobies.....

Oh, your uber-liberal teachers must be so very proud of you.
You claim to not latch onto morals yet sanctimoniously look down your upturned
nose at evil rapey men-monsters who are guilty before ever committing a crime.
Thinking individual? More like a wet behind the ears pup regurgitating whatever
crap you heard on The View in order to get a HuffPo by-line on your college app
to Wellesley or Berkeley.

In all fairness, it wasn't the grownup HuffPo, though. It was HuffPo Teen, because the Left needs to indoctrinate them young when their minds are still pliant.

Sixteen
Candles was a comedy. It was meant to exaggerate and poke fun. It
showed teen fears and angst and adult bad behavior and self-absorption.
It showed people behaving badly and crassly. And it showed misfits
finding love.

It's a classic. Your generation could use a John Hughes or two. Trust me.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

On the second day of looting my homies stole for me two
Yankees ball caps and a 60” HDTV.

On the third day of looting my homies stole for me three
pair of Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60” HDTV.

On the fourth day of looting my homies stole for me four
packs of rolling paper, three pairs of Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60”
HDTV.

On the fifth day of looting my homies stole for me five gold
teeth…..four packs of rolling paper, three pair of Jordans, two Yankees ball
caps, and a 60” HDTV.

On the sixth day of looting my homies stole for me six
Swisher Sweets, five gold teeth, four packs of rolling papers, three pair of
Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60” HDTV.

On the seventh day of looting my homies stole for me seven
Scarface t-shirts, six Swisher Sweets, five gold teeth, four packs of rolling
papers, three pair of Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60” HDTV.

On the eighth day of looting my homies stole for me eight
Four Lokos, seven Scarface t-shirts, six Swisher Sweets, five gold teeth, four
packs of rolling papers, three pair of Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60”
HDTV.

On the ninth day of looting my homies stole for me nine hair
weaves, eight Four Lokos, seven Scarface t-shirts, six Swisher Sweets, five
gold teeth, four packs of rolling papers, three pair of Jordans, two Yankees
ball caps, and a 60” HDTV.

On the tenth day of looting my homies stole for me ten
scratch tickets, nine hair weaves, eight Four Lokos, seven Scarface t-shirts,
six Swisher Sweets, five gold teeth, four packs of rolling papers, three pair
of Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60” HDTV.

On the eleventh day of looting my homies stole for me eleven
gold chains, ten scratch tickets, nine hair weaves, eight Four Lokos, seven
Scarface t-shirts, six Swisher Sweets, five gold teeth, four packs of rolling
papers, three pair of Jordans, two Yankees ball caps, and a 60” HDTV.

Ah, yes. The holiday season is upon us, and the Ferguson Grand Jury verdict came in just as the businesses destroyed by the August riots and lootings had just gotten back on their feet and as fate would have it, when stores were loaded up with product for Black Friday and the holiday weekend. Plenty of goodies to steal, because nothing honors the memory of a dead guy like stealing everything in sight and burning down your neighborhood.

Yeah, nothing says you care about your community like destroying what other people have. Now here we are in the midst of freezing weather and the pending holidays, and you savages have put dozens and dozens of people out of work by destroying their businesses.

What did that poor woman have to do with the death of Mike Brown? You just destroyed her livelihood, built by her hard work and with money she saved for years.

Every police car destroyed has to be replaced at the cost of taxpayer money, but you animals don't pay taxes, so what does it matter to you?

Not content with burning police cars, you then proceeded to torch a car dealership. Some of you vile cretins carjacked an old man, ran him over with his own car, and beat him with his oxygen tank. What the hell is wrong with you animals? Oh, that's right; it was just an old white dude so that's not racist, or even newsworthy.

And snitches get stitches, right? That's why 20-year old DeAndre Joshua was shot in the head as he sat in his car the other night as the riots started. He was rumored to have been a witness who testified at the Grand Jury hearings that exonerated Darren Wilson.

This violence was planned. It was per-meditated. Leaders of the local New Black Panthers were arrested days ago in possession of weapons while trying to buy materials to make pipe bombs.

Mike Brown's stepfather was filmed on live TV screaming for people to "Burn this bitch down!". Ironically his church was burned down by rioters. Days ago, a guy who was leading a "Fuck Tha Police" rally in Ferguson had his car stolen. Karma. Schadenfreude. Animals eventually turn on each other.

I take no joy in the fact that these people lost their son. I take no joy in the fact that another young man fell astray of the law and died as the result of his actions, but when you're high and rob a convenience store and then confront and beat a cop, it's hard to be overly sympathetic. Look, people, the Grand Jury, made up of volunteers from the community,and comprised of exactly the same racial makeup ratio as the community, listened to over 70 hours of evidence and testimony from over 60 witnesses and numerous forensic reports and exonerated Officer Wilson. But exonerated sure as hell doesn't mean he gets his life back. He will never work as a cop in Ferguson again. He'll likely have to move and leave the state in order to find some semblance of normalcy in a new location away from people threatening to kill him. As is, the New York Times is actively assisting those trying to kill him by publishing his home address so that vigilantes may more easily find him.

So out of a sense of fairness, here are the addresses of the Times reporters who are trying to get Wilson killed, courtesy of John Hawkins at Right Wing News and Charles Johnson from GotNews.

And where is Al Sharpton? Where is Jesse Jackson? Shouldn't they be there in Ferguson to stop the violence? Aw, hell nawwwwww....they're off looking for the next photo-op. And where is outgoing Attorney General Eric Holder? He visited in August to make sure the race-baiting flames were being fanned to take attention away from his boss, so why not make one final appearance to threaten Wislon with Federal charges now that the state case is closed? It would take attention away from Lord Obeezy circumventing the Constitution with Executive Orders on immigration. But that's a blog for another day.

Yer gonna get bit...

Top of the List, baby!

Just who is this clown, anyways?

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